And watch their mouths
Masticating language
as if in final feast
The juice of mangled
words
Dribbling down self
assured chins
Slurping, regurgitated
consonants
I see and hear
Detached
Distracted, agitated
For another sound
comes to my ear
The echo of the spoken
word
Heard before it’s said
I hear
The sound of love’s
bloom uncurling
Petals opening to
whispered expectation
I listen to
Symphonic sound of
sunbeams on glass
Crystallized notes of
warmth
I’m distracted by the
final prayer
The final breath
Of a soul’s cessation
I’m distracted
Diverted and
abstracted
So if you speak to me
Speak slowly, or not
at all
Don’t slurp or slur
your words
And if I stare
I’m not rude
Just preoccupied and
perturbed
For I hear the
Sound of others world
A world that calls to
me
Attracts and entices
me
I hear the echo of a
word
Said before it’s
spoken
Incredible use of words David, very descriptive. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Yobial, sometimes living between two worlds is tricky! :-)
DeleteI really like this, mainly because I think I feel this way too with others, sometimes people throw away words thoughtlessly..... :) thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading. Yes, we can be careless with our words and use them space fillers. If we have to come back again, I think I'd like to be a hermit!...:-)
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